When Anna puts herself up for sale in a promise auction, she’s expecting to do a bit of housework. What she gets is a sexual encounter that will change everything she thought she knew about herself.
Blurb:
Promise auctions are normally tame and safe. The man who buys Anna’s services has a startling take on what he ought to get for his money. He’s rude and demanding, but to Anna’s surprise, she likes this. Just how much is she going to have to do to earn her cash? And what will happen when the debt is paid? Anna is about to learn a great deal about power, and the joys of playing with it.
Reprint: First published by loveyoudivine Alterotica in 2006
Ebook ID:5004_1071
lyd Category: Erotic Power Xchange, Exotica
Length: 30 pdf Pages / 4174 words
Rating: 4
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html,
lrf, epub, RB,
Ebook Cover Price: $1.99
Excerpt:
He stopped the car and I felt my stomach turn with sudden nervousness.
“I ask the questions. Understood?”
I nodded.
“Answer me when I ask you something!”
“I understand.”
I could feel my face growing hot. No one had ever spoken to me like that before.
I sat in silence until we pulled up in front of a huge house out in the middle of no-where. My promise had been to clean a whole house. This was going to take days.
“Follow me,” he said, and in we went. I don’t know much about antiques, but it looked to me like every last thing in the place must have been worth a fortune.
“We’ll start in here,” he said, showing me into a large sitting room, the walls of which were lined with bookshelves. “It needs dusting first. Strip down to your underwear to do it and I’ll give you an extra hundred for your good cause.”
I stared at him, eyes wide with surprise.
“Or are you too much Daddy’s little girl for anything like that?”
He was looking at me like I was contemptible. Like he knew I’d be too much of a coward to do as he asked. I didn’t really care about the money. He’d sparked this tiny bit of rebellion and anger in me.
“I’m not,” I said calmly.
He watched with casual interest as I took off my shirt and jeans. I’d never bared myself like this for anybody before and I wanted him to be impressed, but he clearly wasn’t.
“Your breasts are a bit small,” he observed, “and your bum isn’t up to much, but I suppose you’ll have to do.”
I fought to control my face, to not show him I felt hurt by his remarks. I was in this now and would have to see it through one way or another. He gave me a duster and left me to it. A couple of hours later he came back, to tell me off for working too slowly.
“Come back tomorrow. I want you here by 8am. You are to wear a short dress and no knickers, understand?”
“I understand.”
It was a long walk home, but the summer evening was pleasant. I thought very hard about not going back, no one would mind, not if I explained. But I didn’t want to explain, didn’t want to tell anyone he’d had me dusting in my pants and bra, that he’d made me feel cheap and useless. I thought maybe if I go back and do this, I can change things, I can come out with my self esteem.
Author Bio:
Author Bryn Colvin dabbles in all kinds of kink and fetish, her work spanning all combinations and wandering through most genres as well. She likes to keep people guessing because as a reader, nothing depresses her more than a predictable story. She’s an active blogger for loveyoudivine and her homepage is www.brynneth.org.uk In the rest of her life, she’s a pagan, coffee enthusiast, daydreamer and musician, spends a lot of time outdoors and thinks too much about everything.
